Madhouse
and Theatre of Blood A Twisted Good Time!
By
Kristin Battestella
Give
me an excuse like a would-be 101st birthday to watch some more Vincent
Price!
In
the 1974 murder and mayhem tale Madhouse,
Price is Paul Toombes, the aging star of the Dr. Death horror movies penned
by Toombes’ longtime friend and former actor Herbert Flay (Peter Cushing). Flay
has coaxed Toombes out of semi retirement for a new television show produced by
the sleazy Oliver Quayle (Robert Quarry). Unfortunately, the suspicious murder
of Toombes’ young fiancĂ©e and the time he spent institutionalized thereafter
continues to haunt ‘Dr. Death’. Cast and
crewmembers on his new series are soon found dead in copycat crimes styled from
the Dr. Death films, and Toombs slowly succumbs to a returning mental
instability. Can he solve the crafty murders nonetheless? Is he the killer or
Dr. Death’s next victim?
Oscar
winning editor turned director Jim Clark (The
Killing Fields, The Innocents) opens Madhouse
with a fun use of footage from The Haunted
Palace, solid pre-title festivities, and a juicy crime. In many ways, Clark’s crafty editing experience is perfect for the task
at hand. The visual blending of Price’s earlier AIP films, old production
photos, nods to other film work, and their intercutting use for this Amicus co-production
wonderfully establishes Madhouse’s
neat premise. Where does the actor Toombes’ reality end and the fictional killer
persona of Dr. Death begin? Are we watching a film about Toombs or the Dr.
Death TV show? Did these two great titans of horror “need the work” onscreen
and off perhaps? This sly touch of dark comedy and ability to laugh at one’s
genre comes across beautifully, and the intermingling with killer viewpoints,
seventies zooms, and extreme angles keeps the lines between actuality and
stability appropriately askew. It’s not overdone as we lay it on today- there’s
just the right amount of stylized play within a play identities, illusions, and
good fun. After all, we’re seeing a
horror show within a horror film supported by clips of other horror movies like
The Raven, Tales of Terror, and The Pit and the Pendulum. Madhouse
doesn’t take itself so seriously, and neither should we. One should probably
be a fan of Big V’s film catalog to appreciate such shrewd killer use of stock
footage, yes. The seventies mixing and
sixties styles will seem dated- even obvious in revealing the killer as the
picture goes on. The more that you think about the scenes of the crimes; plot
holes and confusions become apparent, indeed.
Fortunately, the traditional horror film design, tight photography, and
simple smoke and mirrors work their best. The death scenes are first-rate, with
creative uses of the set within set themes. The film splicing, fade ins and
outs, and great uses of sounds effects and screams from both within the used
footage and the film itself create a complete drive-in or late night film
experience. I’m not sure that the title
has to do with anything, and the logistics of Madhouse’s inept Scotland Yard men will make your head hurt if you
think too hard on it, but who cares?
Naturally,
Our Man Price is the classy old pimp we expect, oh yes. He begins Madhouse as a suave Hugh Hefner-esque
silver fox with young Bond Girl blonds abound.
Today we might expect this sexy mismatch in horror, but it’s a true guilty
pleasure to see Toombes taking down the dames here. Although Price plays the
degrading sanity seriously, there are hints of that over the top innuendo and
tongue planted firmly in cheek design. Certain scenes are both personal parody
and honest homage to his earlier scaries, and we’re meant to enjoy the
self-reverent ride. It’s as if the
character of Dr. Death is more alive that the aptly named Toombs. He’s older, sympathetic- we feel for this
terrorized former star- yet the Dr. Death scenery is no less suspicious or
sinister in quality. Besides, many
viewers would presume Price himself was spooky onscreen and off, creating
another blur between the actors and personas within Madhouse. These dual imageries and creepy soliloquies create quite a
haunting portrayal indeed.
At
only ninety minutes, fellow horror mavens Peter Cushing (must I?) and Robert
Quarry (Count Yorga, Vampire) don’t
get too much time to steal the show, but their spooky support is spot on nonetheless.
Cushing is so suave, a slick, classy ex-actor turned writer that’s almost too
good a friend to be true. Likewise, Quarry is the perfect greasy television
executive looking for dames and dollars.
Both men also wear vampire costumes at a celebrity party- again playing on
the theme with Quarry’s Yorga and Cushing’s Helsing personas. Basil Rathbone
and Boris Karloff are credited for their stock footage uses, which is kind of
strange but also a fitting tip of the hat for the bent reality that is Madhouse. Natasha Pyne (Father Dear Father) is also an
interesting and unexpected touch as TV assistant Julia. Blonde and seemingly insignificant like the
other ladies, but again, nothing in Madhouse
is what it seems.
Adrienne
Corri (A Clockwork Orange) is also
wonderfully disturbed and loads of fun. Those spiders of hers, shudder! Madhouse looks both swanky with modern mid-century
design and Old Hollywood with fallen graces and decrepit sets. The creepy
British locales add on lots of candles, statues, and spooky gardens. Old film
projectors, flat phonographs, eerie sixties scoring, ironic music cues sang by
Price himself, and a few scary storms layer the frame within a frame nostalgia
nicely. Hip London
cars, debonair accents, mod turtlenecks and ascots add some flair, too. Not to
be outdone of course, 1973’s Theatre of
Blood sets its scene with demented and dirty vintage London locations. Believed dead after his suicide attempt, Edward
Lionheart uses thespian facades and Shakespearean inspiration to seek revenge
on the critics association who denied him ongoing review praise and their top year-end
award. Inspector Boot (Milo O’Shea, Romeo and Juliet) and the police
question Lionheart’s daughter Edwina (Diana Rigg) as one by one Horace Sprout (Arthur
Lowe), Chloe Moon (Coral Browne), and the rest of their circle meet their
theatrical ends. Will critic Peregrin Devlin (Ian Hendry) be able to stop the
deranged actor and his meth drinking street troupe before he’s Lionheart’s next
victim?
Unfortunately,
the low and uneven voices- it seems like no one’s microphones worked- create a
poor and dated feeling for Theatre of
Blood. If you’re expecting high
horror production, the wasted, worn, and depressing dressings can look like a sub
par play made on the cheap. Compared to the whimsical homage of Madhouse, Theatre of Blood appears more like
a straight crime thriller; and in some ways, I wish it did have some deserving,
grandiose, even gaudy psychedelic Corman color.
Longer at almost 1 hour 45 minutes, director Doug Hickox (Brannigan) works with the similar themes of fallen actors, stage
facades, play within a play styling, and flashback frameworks. The fun, ye olde
silent film opening credits montage suggests the dark humor that is to come,
too. However, Theatre of Blood feels slow to start, with standard stuffy Brit
types and more bungling policemen who shockingly don’t realize the
Shakespearean connections to the crimes. Some of the foreboding is obvious as
well, and revenge kinship to The
Abominable Dr. Phibes is evident.
The editing and cutting styles do build suspense, but some of the early
death scenes aren’t as theatrical as they could be. The first hour’s melodrama
lacks creativity, and these deadly theatre politics can seem too pompous and
dry to be believed. All this just
because they gave him a few bad reviews and no trophy?
Theatre of Blood isn’t that scary and feels hollow enough for those expecting a major
horror film to tune out. We always see
Lionheart in character and don’t get the essential pieces to his motivation
until flashback exposition later in the picture. Frankly, these lovely over the top
establishments should have been the opening to Theatre of Blood, and the poor choice to stick character importance
so late can even create some player confusion.
Thankfully, there’s a great ironic use of classic music, and what may
appear to be a bland and dark tale slowly builds into a farcical delight. The
fun here is in guessing who is going to die next and in what Shakespearean
method. The abnormal build up to the humor,
farce, and intentionally exaggerated theatrics increase masterfully as Theatre of Blood goes on, complete with
wit, panache, and a hysterical Othello
twist. The low values and weak start may
seem like a faulty execution not worth the viewing, yes. Theatre of Blood does take half of the picture to get to it,
indeed. Fortunately, once it does step up the mayhem, Theatre of Blood does so wholeheartedly- literally!
I
would say these reduced budget faults necessitate a proper nuHammer remake- if
not for the simply irreplaceable Vincent Price that is! Lionheart begins white haired and crazy- an entertaining,
once upon a time high thespian with a marked disconnection from reality. Some of the makeup is iffy, but most of the
disguises are great genius. Price’s voice, position, and stature may give him
away, but the joy is in seeing what warped Bard plan he has next. The demented
Shakespearean soliloquies are- I must pun- Priceless.
We shouldn’t doubt that Big V could do a
straight high-class film by any means, but his pseudo Shakespeare intensity
steps up as Theatre of Blood goes on.
The multi-layered performance is laced
with wit, sadness, class, and sociopathic grace. Oh, the sweeping music and forehead dabs as the
faux doctor goes to work! Price is
clearly having fun with this man of a thousand faces gone awry, and you can see
why this is one of his personal favorite performances. Love it or hate it, Theatre of Blood is almost worth the ‘Price of admission’ just for
the kinky Othello scene! I mean, he even
sports a fake afro- Bob Ross meets Carrot Top, anyone? Yes, I’ll say it- that burgundy velvet pimp
suit is to die for! Price’s nuanced and
well faceted portrayal is both spot on and perfectly ironic. I love the Inspector’s
“It’s not a comedy!” claim right before an Austin Powers-esque inept police
pursuit and the simply exceptional Titus
serve-uppance. Oh, yes.
She’s
up to the challenge and Diana Rigg (The
Avengers) looks good, of course; but we don’t see her prettied up much for Theatre of Blood. Her “amateur actress” Edwina begins dry as
well, with some seemingly unimportant playful seduction. Fortunately, her
position as the good daughter becomes more ingenious as Lionheart’s plans
unfold. There’s not a lot of the famous Emma Peel innuendo to bounce off, naturally,
as we have no overt attempt for a sexy young thang here. Rigg fans, however, will certainly enjoy her
almost see through white mini skirt and sans bra potential. The victimized cast- including future Mrs.
Price Coral Browne (Auntie Mame),
Arthur Lowe (Dad’s Army), Ian Hendry
(Get Carter), Robert Morley (The African Queen), and the rest of the
somewhat interchangeable critics – create a very uptight, pompous, and annoying
board, indeed. That is partly the point of their latent villainy- they’re
asses- but not all of their motivations are explained. We can hate them one by
one or enjoy their deaths because we are bemused by Price as Lionheart.
Otherwise, the critics aren’t that interesting in themselves, and the audience
isn’t given much reason to care. Perhaps
there’s supposed to be another level of sinful humor or irony at work- that
would be the opposite of the meaningless, unending buffet of blondes and bosoms
usually being diced up in horror film today. However, the secondary support in Theatre of Blood just comes off as too
lightweight and underdeveloped. The be-furred meth drinking hepcats working
with Lionheart are also just too stupid and weird; the flashback explaining
their presence comes too late. Although,
I do confess, I did fall for one of Theatre
of Blood’s now fairly obvious twists on my first viewing!
Uninhibited
Shakespeare fans can have a jolly good tongue in cheek viewing with Theatre of Blood, indeed. Study how the
seventies deaths mirror the plays, or test up on Bard Quotes and Know Your Will
games. It may see meandering to start and too low quality for anything to
matter, but this one is definitely worth the viewing investment. The Netflix
streaming subtitles are absolutely necessary in catching all of Price’s stage
glory, and a dual DVD edition of Madhouse
and Theatre of Blood is available
for further warped comparisons. Yes, longtime horror viewers will spot the
errors in Madhouse and some predictable
twists in Theatre of Blood- some
audiences may even be confused by the witty, double play finale in Madhouse or Blood’s OTT ending. Nevertheless, classic horror and kitschy Price fans can delight in the solid
mystery fun and thespian mayhem in both Madhouse
and Theatre of Blood.
2 comments:
Nice review! Two of my all time favs.
-Marcus
Hi Marcus!
Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to comment.
What's not to love with these two?
Kristin
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